The Qian brothers and sisters really sued the nursing home.

When his father died, he didn't say that he would arrange a funeral, but he was busy complaining, and there was no one left.

However, Li Yi can understand their psychology - his father was angry with them, this crime is not small, even if others don't say it, he can't pass this level in his heart. If you have to dig out the nursing home, it can be regarded as an excuse.

Li Yi couldn't intervene in this matter, so naturally the boss and Dean Lu dealt with it, but in fact, there was nothing to worry about, not to mention that the nursing home had already taken precautions in this regard, and the admission agreement was marked on it, just saying that they quarreled with President Qian at that time, and then President Qian fell ill, how many people in the nursing home watched!

So Li Yi was counting the money with peace of mind.

"There is a total of 1.32 million US dollars in the account, converted into the exchange rate, plus the handling fee, people gave 8.7 million yuan, all deposited in your card. Fang Ting said.

"It's fast enough. Li Yi happily counted the string of zeros on the mobile phone text message, this number is less than the number said by the fat man, but Li Yi is also very content, after all, it is a matter of one sentence, which is equivalent to earning 2.62 million and 55 thousand in vain!

Well, take five thousand and buy a few good cigarettes for the fat man!

"Let's talk about it, what's going on, why do you have to give seventy percent to others?" Fang Ting asked.

"The remaining seventy percent is for his illegitimate son, so I will run an errand and take thirty percent for nothing. Li Yi said.

"How old are you from an illegitimate child?"

"Seven-year-old ......," Li Yi replied casually.

"You were still in the orphanage seven years ago, it shouldn't be your ......," Fang Ting said, "But how old was the old man when he died? The illegitimate child was only seven years old, was it his own?"

"Poof......" Li Yi almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood, this old lady's brain circuit is really a little abnormal.

Of course, if you make a lot of money, you have to treat yourself, Li Yi was pushed out of the nursing home by Fang Ting in a wheelchair to have a big meal - ten yuan a bowl of mutton stewed noodles, and ten yuan of mutton is considered a luxury.

"I've never seen you pick like this, so this girl won't wait, you can go back by yourself!" Fang Ting wiped her mouth full of oil and sweat, turned her head to catch the bus, and threw Li Yi in the noodle restaurant.

In fact, it wasn't that far, less than two hundred meters away, Li Yida could push it back by himself, but halfway Li Yi turned a corner and entered a convenience store next to him.

"Yo, what's wrong?" The boss Song Yang is a young man in his twenties, wearing glasses, but in fact he is a hanger personality, in addition to playing games all day long, it is the neighborhood gossip, which is not much better than the street aunt.

"There was a small car accident. Li Yi said lightly.

"Little car accident, why did I hear that in order to save my mother-in-law, my life was almost gone?" Song Yang squeezed his eyebrows, seeing that Li Yi ignored it, and it was not good to continue to reveal other people's scars, he asked curtly, "Soft or hard?"

Li Yi has a pack of cigarettes a day, ten hard boxes at the beginning of the month, and seven soft boxes at the end of the month, Song Yang knows this rule, but today is the fifteenth.

"China!"

"Yo, got rich?" Song Yang smiled and took out a pack of hard China from the counter.

"Soft!"

The soft ones are more expensive than the hard ones.

Song Yang smiled and changed to a box of soft China.

"There is a whole strip of no. ”

"Hey, I said, are you kidding me?" Song Yang grinned.

He knows how much Li Yi's salary is a month, and if he smokes China, he will probably starve to death!

"Give it away. Li Yi said.

"Oh, say it early. Song Yang took out a cigarette from under the counter, and said, "The mother-in-law's road can't go, and she wants to go to the old father......-in-law's?"

"Where is so much nonsense!" Li Yi said with a strained face, "Really?"

"Nonsense, no one will fool you. Song Yang slapped the cigarette on the counter.

"How many more, give them all to me!" Li Yi said, taking out his bank card.

"There are only two of them. Song Yang took another one.

"Well, there are other high-end cigarettes, give me 5,000 yuan. Li Yi said.

"Hmm, you don't need to spend so much money to give gifts to your father-in-law, right?" Song Yang shouted.

"Don't take the collateral goods!" Li Yi replied.

Where are there so many high-end cigarettes in a small convenience store? Even if there are, they are not enough for the whole one, and even counting Xiao Su, can make up enough for 5,000 yuan.

"Get me another box of ten yuan of Hongta Mountain, well, count it as your gift!" Li Yi swiped the card and shouted.

"Yes, I'll give you two boxes!" Song Yang happily threw over two packs of cigarettes, and gave a two-yuan windproof lighter, "Do you want to help you send it back?"

There were more than a dozen cigarettes, a big pack, and they were held on his lap, Li Yike couldn't push the wheelchair by himself, so he said, "Just help me push it to the door." ”

Song Yang made a lot of money, and he served God Lezizi, pushed his wheelchair out of the convenience store, and Li Yi commanded him to stop on the side of the road.

The nursing home is located in the southern suburbs, and this road is not the main road, and it is dark at this time, and there are not many pedestrians on the road. Li Yi got out of the wheelchair with one leg crossed, one leg straightened, one leg bent down and squatted down, pulled the ground and drew a big circle, and then began to open the cigarette case, tore open one and took out a box, opened the seal, took out the cigarette and scattered it all into the circle.

"Hey, my brother, what are you doing?" Song Yang looked confused, and even more painful, that was a retail sixty-five packs of soft China, just dismantled and threw it away?

"Help, it's all dismantled!" Li Yi said, his hands non-stop.

"Brother, what are you doing here?" Song Yang's distressed face was distorted.

"It's a gift, but it's for the dead. Li Yi said lightly.

"I ...... You were hit in the head by a car?" Song Yang shouted, "No, you were hit by a car!"

"Don't help stand aside!" Li Yi said, a cigarette had been dismantled, and two hundred cigarettes were thrown on the ground, and the mess was quite spectacular.

"It doesn't look like it's stupid...... Brother, who did you burn it for?" Song Yang shouted.

"You have to take care of it...... By the way, you can go and get me some dark coins, and by the way, burn them for President Qian. Li Yi said.

"The old man who died at noon?" Song Yang's gossip was really well-informed, and he immediately said, "It's really unjust to die...... Yes, this batch of cigarette money is not less, and the dark coins are mine!"

Song Yang ran back to the store and took a large stack of all kinds of dark coins, some of which were like enlarged versions of 100 yuan banknotes, and some were printed with the head of the Jade Emperor, with a face value of 100 million.

Li Yi asked Song Yang to draw a circle again to burn the dark coins, after all, his pile of cigarettes was burned to the fat man, so as not to get confused and settle the account.

After dismantling all the more than a dozen cigarettes, Li Yi took out a windproof lighter and lit a cigarette case.

"Really burned?" Song Yang was full of confusion.

"Fatty, the cigarettes promised you have been delivered, come and collect them!" Li Yi shouted and threw down the burning cigarette case.

A small breeze blew, and the flames from the cigarette box ignited a few cigarettes.

"It's really burning!" Song Yang's flesh hurt, as if the cigarette was his own, "My brother, I said earlier that you burned it to the ghost, why don't we just get some side construction goods?"

"Isn't that a fool?" Li Yi smiled, watching more and more cigarettes be ignited.

"How do you count the paper people and paper horses in the paper shop and the villa junior?"

Li Yi thought about it, it really made sense, isn't the ghost just fooled? The banknotes of the Bank of the Underworld are worth 100 million, and they only sell for two yuan in a stack of 20 pieces......

For a while, Li Yi also had a little pain in his flesh, but it was too late to regret it, the wind was blowing more and more urgently, and a bunch of cigarettes were already bubbling up, but Li Yi was close to him, but he didn't feel a little burning sensation, but a chill came to his face, and when he looked up again, he saw a translucent figure squatting on the other side of the fire......